I haven't written in a while and I need to stop that. I really need to just set a word goal and write!
So anyway, I wanted to write about something I've happened upon recently. A couple days ago I had read one of those 'creepypasta' short stories on pinterest. It involved haunting faces in the windows and a pretty terrifying picture to accompany it. That night I couldn't sleep, at all.
My side of the bed that I share with my younger sister is facing the two windows facing the outside. The story was still fresh in my mind. I tossed and turned, menacing, gaunt features with black irises kept popping into my imagination. You might think me young and childish but yes, I was scared. This probably went on until one in the morning or so before I could stand it no longer.
I ended up going to my mother and telling her my trouble. She soothed and let me turn the hallway light on to shine through my open bedroom door as I put music on to take my mind away. After talking it out and getting reassurance from my mom I was able to quickly fall asleep.
When I had first read the story, I had no idea it would plague my thoughts as it did. And as I figured out it was a horror, I still had time to turn away and look at something else. But honestly, I was thinking 'oh you're old enough to handle it, you'll be fine.' And after finishing it I thought it very cool, interesting and well-written! But as the darkness fell into my room later that night, the story tried to come to life.
I'm more cautious of what I look at and read on the Internet now, for I know that one glance can stay in my subconscious. So, all in all, I learned a lesson that I thought I would share.
Emily out.
